Burning desire Stories

It was a Friday evening during the dead of winter. Five of the six of us friends were enjoying each other’s company at Lydia's house. The house actually belonged to her mother, Abigail, also known as Big Abby. Big Abby was out as usual with her boyfriend, Gene, which was preferable to me because I never liked either of the two of them. The truth is that Big Abby was an overbearing know-it-all opinionated walking attitude...

It was a typical fall evening. I was out enjoying a modest evening with friends. There were five of us. We were the closest of friends. We were not the typical college students one may be accustomed to. We were a group of misfits that were trying to find our places and fit into society. Or at least, our purposes in life. We would spend hours contemplating what was going to become of us. We would devise plans that were alm...